Familiar Stranger
She didn’t ask. Just dropped into the seat like she was invited into my space.
She wasn’t.
I looked up, already irritated. “Hello? Can I help you?”
She ignored me. Eyes dragging over me like she was reading something already highlighted.
“Three marriages,” she said.
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
“And five kids.”
I let out a short, sharp laugh. “What? You don’t respect people’s boundaries I see.”
She leaned back, unbothered. “Just stating facts.”
“Nah,” I said, sitting up. “Your stating business that ain’t yours. Big difference.”
She tilted her head. “You sure about that?”
Yeah. she was getting on my nerves.
“Who are you?” I asked. “And why you talking like you know me?”
She didn’t answer. Just kept going.
“So where you at now?”
I laughed again, but it came out tight. “You got a lot of audacity, you know that? You don’t get to walk up, start counting pieces of my life, then ask me for an update like I owe you one.”
She nodded like she heard me, but didn’t care.
“Still paying bills?” she said. “Still trying to fix everything that broke while you were busy just trying to keep everyone else ok?”
I paused. Just for a second.
Then shook it off. “Yeah, alright. You talking too much now.”
“Still telling people you’re fine,” she kept going, “when really you just making it day by day and hoping nothing else falls apart?”
I leaned forward. “Listen, whatever you think you know …..”
“Still got them moments,” she cut in, “where you sit in the car before going inside because you don’t know if you can be needed for anything else , one more time?”
That one hit.
I stood up fast, chair scraping loud. “Okay, no. We are not doing this. You got me confused with somebody else.”
She didn’t move.
Didn’t even blink.
“You don’t know what I’ve been through,” I said, voice tight now. “You don’t know what it took for me to still be here. You don’t get to speak on what you don’t know.”
She nodded once.
“O but I do. And I am”
I laughed…disbelief, irritation, a little bit of rage creeping in. Like I’m about to fight this woman right here, right now. Somebody come get her. “NO! You don’t.” I shouted sharply and directly.
She leaned forward slightly, voice steady.
“You keep score,” she said. “Every time it didn’t work. Every time you had to start over when you were already tired. Every time you told yourself ‘never again’… and then life had other plans. Every let down, every disappointment, you keep score to validate your claims on how hard it’s been and to prove to yourself that it was real, all of it was real and painful and every time you can tally it up …it gives you the right to stay angry , to stay alert , guarded , hurt and that’s the only way you know how to validate the fact you are still here just surviving…. How’s that working for ya?”
My chest tightened.
“Stop!!!,” I snapped.
But she didn’t.
“You call it strength,” she said. “But some days it’s just you not having another option other days it’s YOU just not choosing another way.”
I looked away, jaw clenched, fist closed.
“What’s it to you and who told you this ?” I asked.
She didn’t answer.
Just watched me.
And something about that look… it wasn’t new.
It wasn’t curious.
It was… familiar.
I frowned, looking back at her. “Why are you talking to me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you know me.”
A pause.
Then, calm as anything,
“Because I do”
I shook my head. “Nah. I would remember someone with mad audacity, someone unfiltered and someone that speaks out of turn on things they no nothing about”
She gave a slight shake of her head arrogantly proud of the way I described her like it was a compliment .
“Guess you do know me” she replied. “And I know you.”
Silence.
I studied her now. Really studied her.
The way she paused before certain words. The way she looked at me like she wasn’t guessing, just remembering. The way every sentence sounded like something I’d heard before… somewhere quiet.
My stomach dropped a little.
“No…” I muttered.
She didn’t rush it.
Didn’t explain.
Just sat there… waiting.
“You ever notice,” she said softly, “how the loudest voice in your life don’t come from nobody else anymore?”
The air felt heavier.
“You ever sit alone,” she continued, “and still feel like somebody’s talking at you?”
My throat went dry.
I didn’t answer.
Didn’t need to.
She leaned back, eyes still locked on me.
“You keep thinking I’m somebody else,” she said.
“A stranger?.”
“I’m not.”
Something shifted.
Just enough.
Like a light flickering on in a place I didn’t realize I’d been sitting in the dark.
I stared at her.
At the way she held herself.
At the way her words didn’t reach for me, they came for me.
Too close.
Recognition crept in slow.
Uncomfortable.
Certain.
I swallowed.
“…nah,” I said quietly, but it didn’t sound convincing anymore.
She didn’t argue.
Didn’t need to.
Because it was already there.
Sitting heavy in my chest.
That knowing.
That quiet, undeniable realization settling in piece by piece.
Her words didn’t reach for me, they came for me. They came From me.
I wasn’t sitting across from a stranger.
I was sitting across from myself.


so good…. that’s deep when you recognize and can explain every fiber of your being! That’s connection my baby and in every way must be healing!! To know yourself in that way! Some people still trying to figure out how they like their eggs….